After a punishingly long session with his squaw she finally fell asleep on the bed beside him, satisfaction written all over her face. Jon felt a little jealous of how much she seemed to get from the sex.
He thought to himself, that with the wishing stone, that he should embrace more things, and be more adventurous. Before he could change his mind and second guess himself he spoke up.
"I wish I was a beautiful woman of this time, with generous curves and a sweet personality." He felt the magic begin to work, he walked around the room until he found a mirror. He heard a deep and menacing laugh echo through his head.
"Now I have you trapped." it said. Triumph and satisfaction dripping from its evil tones.
Jon looks in the mirror and see that his wish has been granted.
He sees a beautiful, curvy black woman. However he is very nervous, after hearing that gloating voice, deep in his brain. So he tries a simple wish. "I wish the squaw on the bed was now a beautiful farmer's daughter."
He looks for any changes, a sparkle, a hint of smoke, a shimmer of reality altering, but nothing happens.
A malevolent face appears in the mirror, visible behind her own reflection. It is demonic, and gloating. "Shall I explain my dear?"
"These are slave times my dear, and you are property." He pauses to let that sink in.
"As property you can't make a wish, only your master can make a wish or some other person."
His visage fades from the mirror as Jon's head sinks into her hands. Her magnificent breasts rest on the table in front of the mirror.
She knows that the only hope she has is Karyn, who she has just sent away. Timidly as a beautiful busty slave in a whorehouse, Jon edges towards the door, clutching the damned stone tight in her petite hands.
